As far as dreams go, wandering the halls at work seems entirely mundane compared to some of the things Dana's seen. She isn't too concerned, the tile floors have a familiar pattern, even if the hallway is darker than it should be and the color of the paint is slightly off. She turns at a junction, and oh, no, this isn't the kitchen, this is someplace else.
She frowns, looking down the hall for any sign of something familiar. Perhaps she ended up on the wrong floor? Anxiety starts to creep in; Dana doesn't want to get lost here, she doesn't want to be lost ever again. She's just about to turn around and look for an elevator, or a floor map, when she catches sight of movement further down the hall. Oh thank goodness, she's not alone.
Dana hurries walks calmly like a not-lost person toward the other dreamer.
"Excuse me," she calls, trying to catch sight of whoever's there. "Do you know where I am?"
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She frowns, looking down the hall for any sign of something familiar. Perhaps she ended up on the wrong floor? Anxiety starts to creep in; Dana doesn't want to get lost here, she doesn't want to be lost ever again. She's just about to turn around and look for an elevator, or a floor map, when she catches sight of movement further down the hall. Oh thank goodness, she's not alone.
Dana
hurrieswalks calmly like a not-lost person toward the other dreamer."Excuse me," she calls, trying to catch sight of whoever's there. "Do you know where I am?"